If it's true, as he says, I am driven
by a noble limitless eagerness
whose ends I believe in so strongly I
disregard our weak conquered flesh as vile,
would you perceive someone as in error
who's sheltered from the dark by a circle
of endless radiance, but that you think
her light is frail mortal tinsel, a dream?
But I know my husband is in this light;
he calls to me with a sweet voice, expects
from my nature and art courageous acts;
so I distance myself from his friends who
care for me, and tenderly, sans restraint,
address the man who can open my heart.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
V CLXXI:331. From B A2:40:75. Key